▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀
When Margaery stirred that morning, she was met with an intense, borderline ravenous hunger. Though not something she was unfamiliar with (there had been many times on her travels that she had nearly starved simply from lack of prey), there was something unsettling in both the strange feeling that accompanied her need for food and the fact that she had eaten well last night. Where food had once been a rare commodity, it was now plentiful and good. She shouldn't be feeling like this, she decided, something was wrong.
A chill ran down her spine but she managed to ignore it, abandoning her room in search of something she could devour quickly and effortlessly so she could go about her day. Paranoid thoughts tugged at the back of her mind but she dismissed them as quickly as they came, refusing to give into her fears, her sneaking suspicions, as to what truly was transpiring. It had been a long time since she felt this familiar burn...
Was she being doomed to the same fate as before?"Don't be silly!"
She exclaimed aloud, though there were no denying the notes of worry that laced her tone. She needed to locate something to eat and fast- the sooner that these troubled theories were put to rest the better.
Before long, she stumbled upon an unlucky songbird and, without even so much as hesitating, killed it. She was panicking at this point, her breathing short and irregular and her eyes wide, she didn't have time to waste
over contemplating whether the pretty thing with its soft, dappled feathers deserved a chance at life. No, those feathers were gone now, ripped away as she literally tore into her prey. She had managed but one mouthful when she felt the vile taste rise, forcing her to literally spit out the half-chewed bird and stagger backwards. No.
This was not happening.
This could not be happening.
The only refuge she had been granted when her powers had been stripped away was the welcomed loss of vampirism. She no longer had to fear that part of herself and, though tempted by other forms of darkness, still possessed half the danger she once had. Why did it have to return? She was getting adjusting too, finding some shreds of happiness amidst the Ascendants and the friends (it felt nice to say that) she was making. "Always and Forever,"
her mother's voice rang in her ears, "our family will be bound by our curse forever. I've tried to escape it before, we all have. It's impossible. Margaery, darling, it's our fate.""I refuse... I refuse to live like this again, to be this person again. Please... Please..."
She whimpered, not caring who heard her. She needed blood and soon- her aggression and distress would continue to build and build until her thirst was sated, tempting the monster that lurked beneath her skin to make its grand arrival into the Ascendants and take things into its own hands.
But how would she go about getting blood? She couldn't kill someone... she refused. She refused
."Why... Why me...I don't want blood, not really."
"But I need it... don't I?"
The tears came after that and Margaery fell, a sobbing, hungry mess.
(tl;dr margaery's vampirism comes back and she has a very bad time. side note this thread sucks and i didn't proofread so i'm sorry about that)